The Plays and Poems of William Shakspeare, Том 12R. C. and J. Rivington, 1821 |
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... doth run his course . - Antonius . ANT . Cæsar , my lord . CES . Forget not , in your speed , Antonius , Jungitur his Decimus , notissimus inter amicos Cæsaris , ingratus , cui trans - Alpina fuisset Gallia Cæsareo nuper commissa favore ...
... doth run his course . - Antonius . ANT . Cæsar , my lord . CES . Forget not , in your speed , Antonius , Jungitur his Decimus , notissimus inter amicos Cæsaris , ingratus , cui trans - Alpina fuisset Gallia Cæsareo nuper commissa favore ...
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... doth awe the world , Did lose his lustre : I did hear him groan : Ay , and that tongue of his , that bade the Romans Mark him , and write his speeches in their books , Alas ! it cried , Give me some drink , Titinius , As a sick girl ...
... doth awe the world , Did lose his lustre : I did hear him groan : Ay , and that tongue of his , that bade the Romans Mark him , and write his speeches in their books , Alas ! it cried , Give me some drink , Titinius , As a sick girl ...
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... doth become the mouth as well 9 ; Weigh them , it is as heavy ; conjure with them , Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Cæsar ' . [ Shout . Now in the names of all the gods at once , Upon what meat doth this our Cæsar feed , That he ...
... doth become the mouth as well 9 ; Weigh them , it is as heavy ; conjure with them , Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Cæsar ' . [ Shout . Now in the names of all the gods at once , Upon what meat doth this our Cæsar feed , That he ...
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... doth glow on Cæsar's brow , And all the rest look like a chidden train : Calphurnia's cheek is pale ; and Cicero Looks with such ferret and such fiery eyes , As we have seen him in the Capitol , 8 Being cross'd in conference by some ...
... doth glow on Cæsar's brow , And all the rest look like a chidden train : Calphurnia's cheek is pale ; and Cicero Looks with such ferret and such fiery eyes , As we have seen him in the Capitol , 8 Being cross'd in conference by some ...
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... doth bear me hard ; but he loves Brutus : If I were Brutus now , and he were Cassius , He should not humour me . I will this night , In several hands , in at his windows throw , As if they came from several citizens , Writings , all ...
... doth bear me hard ; but he loves Brutus : If I were Brutus now , and he were Cassius , He should not humour me . I will this night , In several hands , in at his windows throw , As if they came from several citizens , Writings , all ...
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Alexas Antony's bear blood BOSWELL Brutus CASCA Cassius CESAR CHAR Charmian CLEO Cleopatra Coriolanus Cymbeline death doth edition editors Egypt emendation Enobarbus EROS Exeunt Exit eyes fear fortune friends Fulvia give gods Hamlet hand hath hear heart honour IRAS JOHNSON Julius Cæsar King Henry King Lear Lepidus look lord Lucius madam MALONE Mark Antony MASON means MESS Messala metre musick never night noble Octavia old copy old reading old translation passage play Plutarch poet Pompey Proculeius queen Rape of Lucrece RITSON Roman Rome SCENE second folio sense Shakspeare Shakspeare's signifies Sir Thomas Hanmer SOLD soldier speak speech spirit STEEVENS suppose sword tell thee Theobald thing thou art thou hast thought Timon of Athens Titinius translation of Plutarch Troilus and Cressida unto WARBURTON word
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Страница 96 - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears ; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil that men do lives after them ; The good is oft interred with their bones ; So let it be with Caesar. The noble Brutus Hath told you Caesar was ambitious : If it were so, it was a grievous fault, And grievously hath Caesar answer'd it. Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest, — For Brutus is an honourable man ; So are they all, all honourable men, — Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral.
Страница 16 - tis true, this god did shake ; His coward lips did from their colour fly, And that same eye whose bend doth awe the world Did lose his lustre : I did hear him groan : Ay, and that tongue of his that bade the Romans Mark him and write his speeches in their books, Alas, it cried, 'Give me some drink, Titinius,
Страница 97 - But yesterday, the word of Caesar might Have stood against the world : now, lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence.
Страница 115 - Julius bleed for justice' sake ? What villain touch'd his body, that did stab, And not for justice ? What, shall one of us, That struck the foremost man of all this world But for supporting robbers, shall we now Contaminate our fingers with base bribes, And sell the mighty space of our large...
Страница 235 - The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water : the poop was beaten gold ; Purple the sails, and so perfumed, that The winds were love-sick with them : the oars were silver ; Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water, which they beat, to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.
Страница 117 - All this ? ay, more. Fret, till your proud heart break ; Go, show your slaves how choleric you are, And make your bondmen tremble.
Страница 35 - tis a common proof, That lowliness is young ambition's ladder, Whereto the climber-upward turns his face; But when he once attains the upmost round, He then unto the ladder turns his back, Looks in the clouds, scorning the base degrees By which he did ascend.
Страница 119 - Come, Antony, and young Octavius, come, Revenge yourselves alone on Cassius, For Cassius is aweary of the world ; Hated by one he loves ; braved...
Страница 115 - I an itching palm? You know that you are Brutus that speak this, Or, by the gods, this speech were else your last. BRU. The name of Cassius honours this corruption, And chastisement doth therefore hide his head. CAS. Chastisement! BRU. Remember March, the ides of March remembe: ! Did not great Julius bleed for justice' sake ? What villain touch'd his body, that did stab, And not for justice?
Страница 118 - For I can raise no money by vile means: By heaven, I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash By any indirection: I did send To you for gold to pay my legions, Which you denied me: was that done like Cassius?